Chapter 135: Feverish Sensations: Part One

With Darius' warning, Aila kept her eyes locked with his, her lips sealed and her hands above her head. He let her clasp them together, which in an act was mercy; she could squeeze her fingers together at least from his teasing. He brought his finger to his mouth and sucked on it, humming in appreciation to her creaminess. 

He kept his darkening gaze locked with hers as he brought his face in between her thighs. Aila bit her lip to stop herself from moaning or moving. His tongue licked her from the bottom of her folds and to the top of her clit. The pace was torturously slow. Darius continued to do that; each time his tongue coated with her milky fluid anytime he was at her entrance.